Your Personal Touch

Technology advanced, men losing reins Identity fast fading,in our shrinking globe Faster than we gain speed and control We write in fonts some one designed. Wish I, for a letter from that old sling bag A fulfillment as I hear the postman’s bell As the waiting turns to delightful throbs When I open to your sweet words of love. The smell gathered by a long trail in days The little crumbled envelope that I hold First to my heart and to the lips as I behold Then open slowly not to tear your words. Your words flow sweetly to my heart to stay I can see your lips whispering to its depth Echoing pain in each word that 'am far away Each word warming my cold anxious mind. Waking to the realm of your abundant love Soul rekindles seeing mark of your hand- Imprinted those sweet words love guided Dancing before my eyes with lively steps. I could know the depth of your concern As I see the stains of the tears that blot Between the lines you tried so badly hide And my love , easily you could make me cry. Than these e mails missing your very touch.